Other Eyes

Every mind resides in

A world of it's own.

Due to different experiences

And how it was grown.

Expecting the same vision

From another's eyes

Is like repeating your mistakes

And expecting to rise.

Value values

Words exchanged about what

Cuts from within.

Just understanding stares from

A long lost friend. 

Picking up the broken pieces

Placing them where they began.

Felt alone until I laughed

Feeling new once again.

Life comes full circle.

Look ahead, learn, and stay on track.

Value values without a price tag,

When negativity attacks.

People come and go. Some move on

And don't look back. 

A few will always be there when

Strength is what you lack.

I hold these people high and

Dont forget who really cares.

I offer them an ear and shoulder

When they need me there.

Move On

Move On

(Nothing to see here)

I remain sane by facing the pain. Still alive as I strive to drive with the brain.

The heart falls apart as the mind kick starts.

Mending feelings logically; replacing broken parts. 

Wrong here, right there. 

I gave, I loved, I cared. 

Time to rebuild, rewire, rethink, redefine.

No more rewind, relive, recycle, or looking behind.

Stitches

The sun rises quickly to illuminate the truth.

Reality starts to squirm as the rays hit the roof.

Fears come to life that hide well on the inside.

Giving birth to doubt. destroying all pride.

Lack of words to relay the way you are feeling.

Lack of verbs to react so you can start healing.

Self destruct, rewind, relive, rebuild, reborn.

New stitches to repair where the heart was torn.

Wrong or right makes no difference in the end.

The hard part is sorting what was real or pretend.

Lead Vs Follow

       

 As i look around me in any social setting, i cant help but notice how different i am from EVERYONE i come in contact with. its not the way i dress or what i look like, its way deeper. the first thing i notice is the things that are so important 2 me do not mean NOTHING 2 them. On the flip side, the things they live for; i couldn’t care less about. the differences always starts here. i respect their passion for life as well as their personal definition for living. if i only received that in return, i might not feel so alienated. that’s when my ears open and my mouth shuts. i start breaking down the subtle body language and meanings behind their words. my wall starts to grow stronger as well as my senses. i hear 3 different conversations at once, taking in each of them, storing the information 4 future reference. at the same time, i withdraw from the conversation as the other people around me forget that i am even there. that’s my comfort zone. until i choose to open up. people hate me and my ability to appear emotionless. truth being told, i'm one of the most passionate person you could ever meet. i'm passionate about my friendships, my beliefs, my thoughts, my creativity, as well as my anger, my insatiable need to debate, and my indescribable need to just b myself. most people i meet never know any of these things because they don’t take the time to observe. that’s one of the major differences in me and everyone else i meet. i listen to what u DON'T say as well as what you DO say.

whatever happened to the art of making and keeping friends?

whatever happened to being PROUD for the people around you succeeding?

whatever happened to LEARNING from strangers?

whatever happened to being an individual?

whatever happened to going different paths and meeting at the end?

whatever happened to the general respect for people you meet even when they are different?

maybe i'm old school. maybe i am out of touch. i was raised in the late 70's by my great grandfather that told me: 

"the ears and mouth NEVER work at the same time"

and

"Find out what you are good at as well as what you are not. then do more of what you are good at and less of what you are not good at. that's the key 2 life"

i'm good at thinking outside of the box. i'm good at seeing the big picture no matter how thick the smokescreen is. i'm good at putting my irrational thoughts into words, my words into sentences, my sentences into paragraphs, and drawing people to it. i'm good at showing people a different way to look at ideas. if not, then why have you made it this far into my blog? so many people in my personal life think i'm stupid just because i don't choose to follow the step by step instructions to life. i choose to write my own. i choose to admit my weakness's to anyone that will listen because by the time i expose them., i've already made the proper adjustments so i don't repeat them.
i'm man enough to admit i am a flawed creature. i'm man enough to admit i have insecurities. i'm man enough to fear MYSELF.
that makes me complete.

Acceptance is the highest form of giving up on your individual thought process.

In A Sense

In A Sense

(innocence)

click on the lines to see my inspiration

War within youth.

foundation landslide.

Barrel and hammer.

Life lost on both sides.

Just a normal day

to blood on the blade.

Ignored signs sometimes,

a deadly price paid.

Backpack, no books.

Only a novice bombshell.

“They will listen now.”

his destruction will tell.

Illusions of madness.

Begging for attention.

Red hair, 6000 rounds

some twisted redemption.

The questions are simple,

solutions; far and few.

Reach one, teach one.

Yet one will slip through.

Fragile minds; dark times.

drugs, guns, and knives.

Raising my kids to smile

while i'm scared for their lives.

I used to

i used to do a lot of things.

i used to be cold to the world around me.

i used to live to die. now i'm dying to live.

i used to not care, but now i care too much. 

i used to be mad, but now i don’t have time.

i used to go out, but now i prefer staying in.

i used to dress nice, but now my kids do.

i used to value your image of me. now i'm just ME.

i used to wish time away. now i want that time back.

i used to be reckless, but now i slow down and THINK.

i used to hold grudges....i guess some things never change.

i used to worry about the small things, now i know what's important.

the only thing consistent in life is change.

embrace it!

living, learning, and loving are our only obligations to this planet.

if you aren’t doing each of those things everyday,

you are just taking up space.

people always say, "ceL....you’ve changed!".

the sad thing is...most of those people that say that HAVEN'T changed!

Yes i've changed. That's the only reason I am alive to talk about this.

floating on the wind of change,
looking down on the former me.
lessons learned, bridges burned.

enlightened by the darkness
a mislead boy once called home.
self healing of unborn feelings.

the rusty door opens on my
homemade cell that confined
a bruised mind, now redefined.

my body grows weak as the
light invades my unused eyes.
"so long since i was this strong".

~ceL